There is no time like the present

No time to call me the better man

I love you all but still you sin

You smoke like Dirk but hold your fin

Like an animal

You do not win

In absence of glory you do not tell

The winner is evil the sky the begin

Of pleasure inperilled

The arc of bin laden

Does not finish here

But there where you win

The aimless start of war can be

The anywhere else for you do not begin

The end does start to make it sin

You do not know where I cannot simply

Open your eyes to the title track

Of the lp

I love to play

10 to 1

Is not the time

It opens doors

Where love begins

I di not know where you

Cannot sin

Begin the where

When no one sins

Where your difference on the brow

And hold your crooked man

On the sow

Soo-ee, soo-ee

I love you more

Than pigs do in your final hour

Do not know me when

You power

I know you not

And love you nire.

Pyre is work I do not pleasance

Take the bow

The corner presence

Is open now

I cannot hold

You again.


Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2020

Britain is not a funny place and neither is it’s “democrasy” or electoral procedure.

We might as well be back in 1991.

The Tories back in power and suddenly the Labour Party is going to Rely on its forgotten Trade Unions to take the fight to the Tories.  Again.  Becasue this tme the policies are worse and the Lib Dem supporters cannot be appeased by having a portion of the power.

So here we are again.  Protests, demonstrations etc.  Boring.  And inefficient.

Something needs to be short circuited now that it is so easily predictable.

As a Biomimticist, I wonder what the Natural Technological answer would be.

If humans were ants it would be to send in the soldier ants in a column, or move the next and the Queen.

But humans are supposed to most resemble a species of African rat acording to an Australian academic, in their social interaction.

We will have to think about it. What would a rat or a group of rats do?

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders